You need to filter out your morals. Only then will you be able to enjoy the essence of what you are doing. Take no shit and give no shit - responsibly. But in the absence of such morals, you go after the thrill but not the corruption of your character.
Yes, you’re single. But your heart well you say, it’s taken. It’s kind of a blur, isn’t it? Ironic. But that’s the truth in it, you’re single although you claim that someone has your heart but that person belongs to someone else already. You lose.
Or that feeling when you will ask yourself if you ever crossed her mind? Did she ever think of you the way that you think of her? Even just a millimeter of probability, what are the chances of you crossing her mind? Is that even possible for her?
Or the scene where you stare blankly and say “When was it ever my turn?” Seriously, when? Is there even a “when”?
Sometimes you stop for no reason and suddenly realize…it shall never be. No. Never. And then you try to forget her, turn off your feelings, but your heart won’t let you. You can’t. It’s an infinite hurting. So there you go, you bear all your emotions and just hope. So that just this once, even in your mind, you will feel loved. Temporary, imaginary, just all in the mind.
The problem you see, it’s only you who knows all these things. Sometimes, a lot of people know this too but weird as it is, she’s the only one who hasn’t got a clue about what’s happening. Is she numb? Or she just doesn’t give a shit at all?
But there you have it, most people choose to keep these things unsaid even if these are the things worth saying. They opt to stay silent and endure rather than having the guts to know the truth – hurtful or not. Yet, a lot of us are afraid. Heavily afraid. Afraid of what might set them free.